(Originally written July 13, 2011)

She walks upon the moonlit crests,
Of dancing shadows, and the waves,
Came rippling through her tattered soul,
And washed her in delight.

She steps among the pebbled grains,
Of shattered fantasies and dreams,
Frolicking in whatever Fate,
Upon her shall alight.

She beds amidst the murky sprays,
Of sneering laughter, jesting glares,
But smiles knowing she will be left,
Alone by morning light.